Captive of My Mafia Crush
I sigh, pausing in my too-busy movements, “I…I appreciate you for that, I really do. But Christian cannot outsource his friendship responsibilities to his bodyguard. I mean, you’re not paid for that.”
Frankie bursts into a grin. “He pays me for a lot of stuff, Iris. Maintaining his friendships probably falls under some category in my paycheck. But seriously,” his face falls into more contrite lines now, “I want to talk to you. I like you, Bambs, all jokes aside. I don’t want you to be sad. This morning was messy, but it…I mean it turned out okay, yeah?”